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Without going into too much meta-detail, Ishikawa Shiori is: 1> kind of upper-middle/lower-upper society (inheritance rather than by blood), 2>yakuza (shotozumi-gumi 'middle manager'), 3> similar sort of level with the local Parashield office (is a hermetic mage), 4> her ex (dead) husband was a lowe...

If it helps, Mulpa could look at Wraith as being a Changeling rather than an elf, what with the whole kitsunemimi thing going on :D Shrike, what sort of social circles does your Fixer hang out in; perhaps they know Wraith's fixer (who runs in a variety of social circles, thanks to various backgroun...

If it helps, Mulpa could look at Wraith as being a Changeling rather than an elf, what with the whole kitsunemimi thing going on :D Shrike, what sort of social circles does your Fixer hang out in; perhaps they know Wraith's fixer (who runs in a variety of social circles, thanks to various background...

"Tea... Hot chocolate?!? Trust an Elf to drink those. Why didn't you just ask for some wine?" The comment draws the elf's attention, shifting again to search out the voice (a feat helped with various cyber-implants); she offers a polite nod to the dwarf, then shrugs. "Those are my pr...

"Whip cream with that hot chocolate? Well, I hope not, been three years since we had any of that. Be back in a minute, hon," the haggard server moves down the counter to the other elf. "Ahhh...." the elf starts then tilts her head and shrugs. "Fair enough, <shikataganai>. T...

Hearing the door to the outside open, the elf glances back over her shoulder almost expectantly - seeing a tall male elf, she turns her attention back to the various items behind the counter, which she is eyeing curiously. When the male settles nearby, she looks over again and catches his nodded gre...

A few minutes later, the haggard server noticed the young elf. Or remembered she was there. She held a pot of soycaf is her hand almost like a shield. Leaning on the counter with her other Linda settled. Then she bluntly said, "What?" The elf straightens up a little further, somehow, then...

(OOC: Extended 'introduction' post) The shrouded figure pauses as they spot a tall, presumably male figure enter the diner a dozen paces ahead of them; ducking their head they tug a hood down further against the rain before starting forward again. A wet gust causes the bottom half of what may be a c...